Comfort, Comfort, ye my people,

Speak ye peace thus said our God.

Comfort those who were in darkness,

Mourning ‘neath their sorrow’s load.

Speak ye to Jerusalem

Of the peace that waits for them;

Knowing that her sins are covered,

And her warfare now is over.

For the herald’s voice has spoken

In the desert far and near,

He bid all men to repentance,

While salvation still was near.

God’s elect that cry obeyed!

But the wicked are dismayed;

Christ in judgment shut the door

And salvation is no more.

Make ye straight that once was crooked,

Make the rougher places plain;

Let your hearts be true and humble,

As befits His holy reign.

For the glory of the Lord

Now o’er earth is shed abroad;

And all flesh shall see the token

That His Word is never broken.